[Wei Wuxian dives right into the gap between blanket and bed that Lan Zhan makes, snuggling up to his himusband shamelessly, latching one arm around his waist.]
Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan, somehow I don't think you'll be able to make good on that. Look at you, you're already so sleepy!
[He reaches up to brush some hair out of Lan Zhan's face.]
It's already bed time, isn't it? [This is the first time he's really witnessing the Lan bed time work its magic. He always imagined that the Lan would just fall asleep as soon as the ending hour came, and... well, this situation seems close enough. ]
( Sleepy, yes. And able, if unwilling to fight the pull of his lethargy, now the righteous hour has come. Even Yuan, he notes with smug satisfaction, has conceded to it.
And so he nods, happy enough when Wei Ying draws close and he can be pulled in the sweet nest of Lan Wangji's arms, until they're packed together as tightly as parchment rolls. )
It is. ( He murmurs, because it is a wicked thing to lie, and doubly so to one's husband. Because Wei Ying is soft and warm and a fine cushion that he clings to, despondently, as his. eyes finally draw closed. )
All right, all right. I suppose it's time for all righteous Lans to sleep. [Wei Wuxian starts patting Lan Zhan's chest as if he was a child in need of some convincing to go to sleep, even if his husband is no child, and has been conditioned to fall tired at a certain time.
Out like a candle.
Wei Wuxian wishes it was so easy for him-- the talk tired him out, but not enough for his mind to stop working. In the end, it's boredom that gets Wei Wuxian to sleep in the early hours of the morning, limbs wrapped so securely around his husband that he's almost on top of him with the way he refuses to let even the slightest gap between their bodies exist.
Lan Zhan waking and moving away would likely wake him, with that sort of position.]
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Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan, somehow I don't think you'll be able to make good on that. Look at you, you're already so sleepy!
[He reaches up to brush some hair out of Lan Zhan's face.]
It's already bed time, isn't it? [This is the first time he's really witnessing the Lan bed time work its magic. He always imagined that the Lan would just fall asleep as soon as the ending hour came, and... well, this situation seems close enough. ]
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And so he nods, happy enough when Wei Ying draws close and he can be pulled in the sweet nest of Lan Wangji's arms, until they're packed together as tightly as parchment rolls. )
It is. ( He murmurs, because it is a wicked thing to lie, and doubly so to one's husband. Because Wei Ying is soft and warm and a fine cushion that he clings to, despondently, as his. eyes finally draw closed. )
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Out like a candle.
Wei Wuxian wishes it was so easy for him-- the talk tired him out, but not enough for his mind to stop working. In the end, it's boredom that gets Wei Wuxian to sleep in the early hours of the morning, limbs wrapped so securely around his husband that he's almost on top of him with the way he refuses to let even the slightest gap between their bodies exist.
Lan Zhan waking and moving away would likely wake him, with that sort of position.]